Heron Lake Plateau What a wonderful world

Her tears had slowed and, as she watched him move to get up—despite her clear instruction to stay still, stupid man—they dried completely as his reassurance and promise of home washed over her. She had mixed feelings about returning home: she wanted to see the children more than anything, to love on them, to never leave them again; Reverie would be there, though whether or not she cared for their return was to be seen, and Reina surely wasn’t ready to face her. And, Everett, would be there, but would he even care? Or, would he be so preoccupied with his sister and nieces that he wouldn’t even notice? 

The red woman shook herself to dispel her anxieties before returning a look in Tybault’s direction. “Um, good. That’s really good. I’m fairly pleased with how you’re healing, so I think travel soon would be, uh, fine.” Okay, Reina, be a little more awkward. 

A deep breath.

“Let’s get on with our lives, then.” They would move out once prepared, Tybault leading them home.